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Thursday, July 22, 2010
Thank you, Vio
For the wonderful tango lesson yesterday. Wherein I learned to focus less on the leader than on me, less on his chest than my own contact with the floor. That the floor is where my balance and control comes from. The floor is what makes me a dancer.
Here's Vio dancing with Sebastian at the recent national tango festival in Wellington.
I'm a writer. Sometimes I write fiction and sometimes I'd rather do something else, like earn money, travel or dance tango. Whatever I do, I never stop looking. So this blog is about looking to write, writing to see, and seeing to think. I was once the kind of feminist who believed it was wrong to delight in such things. Now I'm the kind of feminist who doesn't believe that at all. I will never, as Linda Grant puts it, go beige into that good night.